Catching Insanity 7/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cute Boy God/Joan (the blasphemy!) With small hints of Joan/Adam, and Adam/Iris
Summary: God asks Joan to lie to Adam for his own good. Will she? And if she does can she live with the confusion that follows?
Authors Note: This fic is going to be about Joan's evolving feelings for God and the ensuing insanity this causes our poor heroine. If this squicks anyone read no further. Thank you kindly.
Warning: Physical abuse and alcoholism mentioned.
Thank you for your continued feedback over recent weeks. I am sorry for the lack of regular updates, but I have been trying to catch up on my classes, not to mention real life difficulties. Hopefully things will stay uneventful now and I can get beck into writing steadily. Please continue to review, your support keeps me updating. Thanks again.
A Lesson in Realism
"Look Grace, I can't go into details. Iris told me something but it's not my story to tell." Joan answered cautiously, watching Grace pace the kitchen floor.
"That's just great, Girardi. So in the mean time we just watch Squeaky complete loose it and do what exactly?" Grace glared at the brunette, looking out of her depth and trying to hide her uncertainty.
"Let's just be there for Iris and the rest will work itself out. If she feels up to explaining she will." Joan reassured her. "It's enough to know that her father is… dangerous and was incarcerated."
"But not anymore."
"True."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"So what do we do now, I mean I'm not exactly Squ- er, Iris' favorite friend if you know what I'm saying." Grace shuffled self-consciously. "Not that I care you understand…"
"Of course you don't. "
"I don't."
"Whatever."
"So what do we do?"
"For starters lets get some cookies and soda. I'm sure the boys have managed to calm her down somewhat."
Joan turned around and began opening random cabinets until she found the snack food as Grace took a few cans of Coke out of the refrigerator. She didn't see the shifty look Grace graced her with while her back was turned.
"Speaking of boys, spill. What's going on with you and Gideon?"
"Since when do we take part in the social floundering of high school existence, let alone gossip about it?"
"Since now obviously." Grace rolled her eyes at Joan poor excuse for a segue. "There seems to be a bit of tension in paradise."
"Grace!" Joan exclaimed exasperatedly.
"What you never had that kind of tension going on even when you and Rove were in the midst of all that romance/angst fest earlier this year."
"It's nothing serious." Joan assured her friend as the made their way upstairs with hands full of refreshments, carefully ignoring Grace's inference about her relationship with 'Gideon.'
As they knocked of Iris' door with their feet, unable to turn the knob, the door opened a second later by Adam, who was looking overjoyed to see them return.
"Where have you been, yo? We're starving up here."
"I bet." Joan commented, watching God hold Iris' hand and whisper quietly to her completely oblivious to the fact that Adam was staring and looking as if he swallowed a lemon. She walked around Adam placing the cookies on the bed with a flourish and plastering on a fake smile. "We've got chocolate chip, brownies, fig newtons. Take your pick. We brought a little of everything."
"Thanks guys." Iris said, looking at her feet in embarrassment, only belatedly realizing she had just lost it in front of two people that she was antagonistic with at best.
"Hey no problem, Squeaky." Grace answered, ignoring the glare both Adam and Joan sent in her direction. "So what say you we get to the fun world of molecular bonds?"
"Sure let's get started. " Iris agreed gratefully, sharing a small smile with Grace before opening her binder and taking out her chemistry notes.
The hours that followed were both informative and deeply uncomfortable. For the first half an hour or so all five of them would lapse into short tense silences until someone would once again break the silence. After a few times of this they all just laughed it off and soon the awkwardness evaporated, as they got further into the chapter. Gideon would contribute his vast knowledge about the subject in a way the teens could understand, and by the end of the night bot Grace and Adam wanted Gideon to become a permanent fixture in their study groups, if for no other reason then that he's help then pass AP Chem easily. Joan on the other hand was getting more and more uncomfortable with both the display Adam and Iris were making and Gideon's teasing touches and glances. She felt like poking her pencil in his eye as he winked at her again over one of her sarcastic comments. She was thoroughly confused with her own reaction and quite frankly would be overjoyed to put a large distance between herself and God as possible. It was getting increasingly more difficult for her to pretend all was right in the world of Joan, and soon she stopped even trying, keeping quiet until finally the excruciating torture of an evening was over. As soon as Jenny, Iris' mother arrived home, Joan all but fled the house ignoring the worried looks her actions garnered. She didn't even notice that God was following her until she was stopped by a gentle hold on her arm causing her to stop. When she turned around she saw him watching her quietly, infinitely patient, and even that angered her. She wanted him to get mad, maybe yell a little. She knew she was acting childish, but maybe if he yelled she wouldn't feel terrible about yelling at him like she wanted to. Instead hhe looked patient and a bit hurt, but willing to give her all the understanding and time she needed to work through her issues. As he opened his mouth to presumably tell her a little kernel of wisdom hidden in a snaky comment, Joan placed a finger over his mouth in desperation, not even fully aware of what she was doing.
"Don't. Please don't say anything." She pleaded with him, ignoring her hair blowing in her eyes as the wind and rain blew all around them. "I just can't right now." [Give me a little space please, otherwise I'm liable to say something unforgivable, and I just can't handle all of this right now.]
He looked at her for a moment, his breath hitting Joan's index finger that was still pressed against his lips. Joan shivered slightly and hastily took her finger away.
"Get some rest Joan. Meet me at the park tomorrow and we'll talk more then."
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding as he took a few steps away from her. She watched him walk away purposely as the rain continued to fall all around him. Just as he was almost out of hearing range he stopped but remained turned away.
"Sweet dreams, Joan." He whispered bitter sweetly before disappearing from view.
The rain fell all about Joan's face and if a few more tracks of wetness followed, who could differentiate them from the rain.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cute Boy God/Joan (the blasphemy!) With small hints of Joan/Adam, and Adam/Iris
Summary: God asks Joan to lie to Adam for his own good. Will she? And if she does can she live with the confusion that follows?
Authors Note: This fic is going to be about Joan's evolving feelings for God and the ensuing insanity this causes our poor heroine. If this squicks anyone read no further. Thank you kindly.
Warning: Physical abuse and alcoholism mentioned.
Thank you for your continued feedback over recent weeks. I am sorry for the lack of regular updates, but I have been trying to catch up on my classes, not to mention real life difficulties. Hopefully things will stay uneventful now and I can get beck into writing steadily. Please continue to review, your support keeps me updating. Thanks again.
A Lesson in Realism
"Look Grace, I can't go into details. Iris told me something but it's not my story to tell." Joan answered cautiously, watching Grace pace the kitchen floor.
"That's just great, Girardi. So in the mean time we just watch Squeaky complete loose it and do what exactly?" Grace glared at the brunette, looking out of her depth and trying to hide her uncertainty.
"Let's just be there for Iris and the rest will work itself out. If she feels up to explaining she will." Joan reassured her. "It's enough to know that her father is… dangerous and was incarcerated."
"But not anymore."
"True."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"So what do we do now, I mean I'm not exactly Squ- er, Iris' favorite friend if you know what I'm saying." Grace shuffled self-consciously. "Not that I care you understand…"
"Of course you don't. "
"I don't."
"Whatever."
"So what do we do?"
"For starters lets get some cookies and soda. I'm sure the boys have managed to calm her down somewhat."
Joan turned around and began opening random cabinets until she found the snack food as Grace took a few cans of Coke out of the refrigerator. She didn't see the shifty look Grace graced her with while her back was turned.
"Speaking of boys, spill. What's going on with you and Gideon?"
"Since when do we take part in the social floundering of high school existence, let alone gossip about it?"
"Since now obviously." Grace rolled her eyes at Joan poor excuse for a segue. "There seems to be a bit of tension in paradise."
"Grace!" Joan exclaimed exasperatedly.
"What you never had that kind of tension going on even when you and Rove were in the midst of all that romance/angst fest earlier this year."
"It's nothing serious." Joan assured her friend as the made their way upstairs with hands full of refreshments, carefully ignoring Grace's inference about her relationship with 'Gideon.'
As they knocked of Iris' door with their feet, unable to turn the knob, the door opened a second later by Adam, who was looking overjoyed to see them return.
"Where have you been, yo? We're starving up here."
"I bet." Joan commented, watching God hold Iris' hand and whisper quietly to her completely oblivious to the fact that Adam was staring and looking as if he swallowed a lemon. She walked around Adam placing the cookies on the bed with a flourish and plastering on a fake smile. "We've got chocolate chip, brownies, fig newtons. Take your pick. We brought a little of everything."
"Thanks guys." Iris said, looking at her feet in embarrassment, only belatedly realizing she had just lost it in front of two people that she was antagonistic with at best.
"Hey no problem, Squeaky." Grace answered, ignoring the glare both Adam and Joan sent in her direction. "So what say you we get to the fun world of molecular bonds?"
"Sure let's get started. " Iris agreed gratefully, sharing a small smile with Grace before opening her binder and taking out her chemistry notes.
The hours that followed were both informative and deeply uncomfortable. For the first half an hour or so all five of them would lapse into short tense silences until someone would once again break the silence. After a few times of this they all just laughed it off and soon the awkwardness evaporated, as they got further into the chapter. Gideon would contribute his vast knowledge about the subject in a way the teens could understand, and by the end of the night bot Grace and Adam wanted Gideon to become a permanent fixture in their study groups, if for no other reason then that he's help then pass AP Chem easily. Joan on the other hand was getting more and more uncomfortable with both the display Adam and Iris were making and Gideon's teasing touches and glances. She felt like poking her pencil in his eye as he winked at her again over one of her sarcastic comments. She was thoroughly confused with her own reaction and quite frankly would be overjoyed to put a large distance between herself and God as possible. It was getting increasingly more difficult for her to pretend all was right in the world of Joan, and soon she stopped even trying, keeping quiet until finally the excruciating torture of an evening was over. As soon as Jenny, Iris' mother arrived home, Joan all but fled the house ignoring the worried looks her actions garnered. She didn't even notice that God was following her until she was stopped by a gentle hold on her arm causing her to stop. When she turned around she saw him watching her quietly, infinitely patient, and even that angered her. She wanted him to get mad, maybe yell a little. She knew she was acting childish, but maybe if he yelled she wouldn't feel terrible about yelling at him like she wanted to. Instead hhe looked patient and a bit hurt, but willing to give her all the understanding and time she needed to work through her issues. As he opened his mouth to presumably tell her a little kernel of wisdom hidden in a snaky comment, Joan placed a finger over his mouth in desperation, not even fully aware of what she was doing.
"Don't. Please don't say anything." She pleaded with him, ignoring her hair blowing in her eyes as the wind and rain blew all around them. "I just can't right now." [Give me a little space please, otherwise I'm liable to say something unforgivable, and I just can't handle all of this right now.]
He looked at her for a moment, his breath hitting Joan's index finger that was still pressed against his lips. Joan shivered slightly and hastily took her finger away.
"Get some rest Joan. Meet me at the park tomorrow and we'll talk more then."
She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding as he took a few steps away from her. She watched him walk away purposely as the rain continued to fall all around him. Just as he was almost out of hearing range he stopped but remained turned away.
"Sweet dreams, Joan." He whispered bitter sweetly before disappearing from view.
The rain fell all about Joan's face and if a few more tracks of wetness followed, who could differentiate them from the rain.